Visiting the Iniquity of the Fathers — Keith Daniel

I'm going to ask us to bow for a moment of prayer, and then we'll go into the message. Can we just all bow our heads, please, for a moment in God's presence? Father, thank Thee that we, as Thy children, washed in the blood of God.

Thank Thee, Father, we can gather and bow before Thee and worship Thee and adore Thee. Thou art worthy of all our praise. We worship Thee for the long-suffering of God with every one of us, the patience, the grace.

Thou art good, Thou art perfect in all Thy dealings with us. We bless Thee that, as our God, we can look to Thee in faith to come now and to take the scales of our eyes, that we may see that which is in Thy Word, and from Thy Word that which is in Thy heart toward all of us.

So, in mercy, come now. Shelter us under the blood of Christ. Protect us from all the powers of darkness. Cleanse the atmosphere of this building with the blood of Jesus Christ, God's Son. Wash me in the blood of Jesus Christ.

Fill me with the Holy Spirit. Move by Thy risen, resurrected power across from heart to heart as the Holy Spirit takes His Word and makes it living and applies it to our consciences and hearts and lives.

Come now, God, and speak. We are so tired of men's voices. We hear so much and we go to so many meetings. We walk out the same. Nothing happened for good. To train just one iota. Oh, our God, please have mercy.

We look carefully away from ourselves. We know in ourselves we can do nothing. In ourselves, there's just the inability to be all our consciences know God requires of us. So, we look away from ourselves.

We look away from any preacher. For any preacher is just a base and, at his best, unprofitable servant. But for the grace of God, we look to Thee and Thee only. Our expectation tonight is in Thee and Thee only.

And for that reason, looking at our hearts and our motives and our faith, come and honor this prayer. For we all unitedly agree and ask these things of Thee, our Father, in Jesus, the Christ's name. In Jesus, Christ's name.

Amen. Now, I'm going to read from a few passages in the Old Testament. And they all relate to each other. The wonder of comparing Scripture with Scripture, which is why you need a good margin in your Bible, so that you can look and look and compare Scriptures through the whole Bible that have the same thought, the same doctrine that God is laying before us.

But I'd like to just look at each of these verses, though there are many, many, many multitudes of verses that say these words, but the strangest thing, each one changes to a degree. And that little change gives more light.

That's the wonder of comparing Scripture with Scripture. So, to those of you that have your Bibles, you're welcome to go from page to page with me. On the other hand, if you want to just sit and listen, most of you can quote these words.

So, it's not going to be anything really necessary for you to page back and forth to verses you know. Most of you, I'd be surprised, don't know these verses enough to quote them. So, listen, rather than just reading.

And listen to that innermost being where only God's voice can reach, if you allow it, to what God has to say to you, not your children, not the unsaved person you dragged here tonight, to you. The first of these verses that I'm going to be reading from is in Exodus chapter 20, from verse 5.

I, the Lord, thy God, am a jealous God, a jealous God, visiting the iniquity, the sins, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children, unto the third and the fourth generation of them that hate me, and showing mercy unto thousands of them that love me, showing mercy unto thousands of them that love me and keep my commandments.

Exodus 34, verse 6. The Lord, the Lord God, merciful and gracious, long-suffering and abundant in goodness and truth, keeping mercy for thousands, forgiving iniquity, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin, and that will by no means clear the guilty, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children and upon the children's children, unto the third and the fourth generation.

Generational Sin and the Justice of God

Staggering words. But what does God mean? What does God mean? Deuteronomy 5, verse 29. Deuteronomy 5, verse 29. Oh, that there were such a heart in them that they would fear me and keep all my commandments always.

Oh, that there were such a heart in them that they would fear me and keep my commandments always, that it might be well with them and with their children and with their children forever. Chapter 6, verse 2 of Deuteronomy.

That thou mightest fear the Lord thy God to keep all his statutes and his commandments, which I command thee, thou and thy son and thy son's son, all the days of thy life, that thou mightest fear the Lord thy God to keep all his statutes, which I command thee, all his statutes and commandments, which I command thee, thou and thy son and thy son's son, all the days of thy life.

What does God mean? Visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children on and on to the next generation. Does God say here that He judges your children because of your sin? They face judgment because you defied Him.

You denied consciously what God requires of you. Does God say such an unjust thing that He would judge the children for the sins of the fathers?

No, no.

He makes it clear in at least four verses in the Old Testament that the son shall not be judged for the father's sin. Every man shall be judged for his own sin. God says again and again so He doesn't contradict Himself, which is why you've got to look at any verse you read in the light of all Scriptures, or otherwise you come out with heresy, error, misinterpretation.

If God does not judge the children for the father's sin in one verse, but each man shall stand before God and be judged for his own iniquity, what does God mean? That He forgives, forgiving long-suffering, clearing sin, but by no means will clear the guilty, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation.

What does God say? Beloved, I believe with all my heart, soul, and might, I believe that God grows, grieves as He utters such words. It's not a condemnation that He just decides to place on children because fathers sin.

No, His grief as He cries out to us is this, the influence, the consequences of your defiance of God, fathers and fathers, upon your children will go on and on. You openly defy God. Your children are influenced and their lives will be tragically affected and their children's lives tragically affected by what you of your own choice, circumstance by circumstance, as they were watching in that home, watching your life, defying God, what He says of marriage, what He demands of a wife, of a mother, of a father.

It's not just the mother that God cries out to be in submission to the father, to the husband, to keep the testimony of the home, to subject yourself that there isn't war because of clash of wills, wills that have neither been yielded to God and truth, though they tell their children to seek God, so they war.

There's no subjection. And by the by, don't ever think God just tells women to be in subjection. He leaves the man. Read Ephesians 5. Don't just read 1 Peter 3. Read the other passages, all five of them.

You'll find that God tells the man how godly he must be to love that woman as Christ loved the church, gave Himself. You must want to die for her, for her needs, for her happiness, for her dignity, through you being her husband, that she would delight and not find it a cross to bear to be in subjection to such a man, but a joy.

You have no verse in this Bible to law that over the woman, sir. You have to love her in such a way that she and your children see. You demand from her heart and soul, out of love, to be in submission to such a man.

Otherwise, God will judge you tragically through your sin of not being such a man. Don't blame the wife if there's unhappiness in the house. I found most times it was the man's fault who demanded submission, but was ungodly, un-Christlike, with a testimony, with scriptures, to defend his self-will and his unbroken spirit.

Oh, no, God is speaking in grief of the consequences, not only in marriage, but in everything in your life. The tragic, tragic consequences that isn't His will, isn't His choice to judge the children, but will happen in such grief that you and I could never know the grief.

God cries out to us all, oh, that I didn't have to be so, that such a heart was in them to obey my commandments, always, that it might be well with your children, with you and your children. The tragic influences and consequences and repercussions doesn't say words that won't happen.

They will happen. They will happen, mothers and fathers. You tell your child to fear God, to love Jesus, to give himself to Christ. Tell me, are you the reason? You're the one that tell them the way to Jesus.

Are you the reason they won't want Jesus, won't want what you've got, so they won't seek with all their heart? It'll all just be an outward thing to please you. Are you the reason your child's going to hell, sir?

You who hold a Bible, who make them bow their head at the dinner table and all kneel and pray, are you the reason they won't love God, will harden themselves against Him? Answer, God, if you're not here for God, what on earth did you come here for?

But if you're here for God with one, one iota of integrity towards God, I dare you answer God right now in your heart. Sir? Lady, answer God. No one else matters right now, God. The influences upon the children of the sins, the defiances against God's known will, the deliberate, calculated defiances, knowing, knowing what God says of the repercussions, but you care more about having your way, your will, your sin, than your children's souls in truth, or you wouldn't do it.

How Parents Shape Their Children

I have three boys. You know two of them. Roy, my middle boy, 23, and Samuel, my baby. Don't worry, Samuel, I'm 60. And my mother still says, this is my baby, a 60-year-old baby. You never stop being the baby, Samuel.

I'm sorry for you. And then we have another son that most of you haven't met, but he's been to America on occasions when he was very small. Noel, our firstborn, a shout of joy to God from Luke, Noel, his great-grandfather's name, who loved God.

Noel was a little boy when this incident happened. He was small right now, and all of them, including my 16-year-old baby, looked down at me. But those days, Noel, my eldest, was this size, you know.

He wasn't doing homeschooling, because homeschooling in Africa didn't take off until the Americans proved it worked and there's true fruit, and there was true education, higher than what the schools give you in the government schools.

People like Bill Gothard, etc., made the world convinced. So now the world, they're always 10, 15, 20 years behind America on everything, sin or godliness. The godly, anyway, of the godly. Oh, now, Noel went to school.

He comes home, and he didn't know it when he walked in that door, but his uncle, Dudley, my brother, who's three years older than me, he was visiting. Now, Dudley and I, when we were saved, shortly after that we separated because of God's work and calling to be in the center of God's will.

My brother went to another continent, preached in many countries of the world, and won probably a few hundred thousand people to Christ. Many say more than that, but I want to please not grieve God. Now, Dudley was in San Francisco, in Australia, in places, and I found that years would go by and I didn't see my brother.

We would meet up at an airport crossing continents and minutes to make real sacrifices, to just have moments together. Otherwise, it was a telephone. But he didn't see his nephews, these three boys of mine.

He hadn't seen Noel since Noel was a little boy, small like that. Now, Noel was bigger, and he was sitting there speaking to me in our sitting room, in our lounge, and my son comes back from school and hears that his uncle Dudley, who he hasn't seen for years, from overseas in America, in San Francisco at that time, he's in the lounge with his daddy.

Noel ran through excitedly, and as he walked through the door, my brother Dudley, instead of getting up and shaking his hand, got forward and groaned and burst into tears. But I mean with grief. He just, oh, he started sobbing.

Now, my brother's not like that. I was shocked. Noel, of course, thought he did something terrible, so he turned and ran out rather than shake his hand. Here's Dudley now sits down, bent and weeping. I went over to him and touched him, and I looked, Dudley, what are you weeping like this for?

What's happened? Why, when Noel walks through the door, do you sob like this? What's wrong? Eventually, he says to me, oh, I'm so ashamed. Sorry, Keith. I don't understand myself. I don't weep like this.

He said, but nobody warned me, Keith. I had no warning. Keith, when Noel walked through the door, I was thrown back 30 years to when you were a boy, when I was a boy, to our childhood. It was like you walked through the door.

He is exactly like you, Keith. It was like you walked through the door the way he walked. He walks like you walked. And when he spoke, Keith, it was your voice, the exact voice. Just as he was speaking, it was like your mannerisms when you were a child.

I just suddenly saw my little brother again, and no one warned me. And it affected me in a way. I'm so sorry to embarrass Noel and you. I didn't know it would affect me like this. Now, it is astonishing how much of us is seen in our children, comes out in our children.

They talk about genetics. I think they're a bit crazy to the degree they're going. They blame everything on genetics, you know. But I suppose there is a lot of truth in some of the things there. Ninety percent no.

I disagree with all that. But it's astonishing how much of us, without our children realizing it, is seen in them. Without them trying to emulate us, to look like us, to have our mannerisms. Our voice.

They're like us. It's astonishing to what degree. When I asked Jennifer's father if I could have his daughter for my wife, one day, I tell you it was a fearful moment for me. I sat there trembling because he's not the sort of man that anyone would feel comfortable with asking such a question as that.

Trust me. It took a long time for him to even adjust to the thought that I was there for his daughter. But now here I am walking in there asking him if Jenny and I could marry. And I'll never forget what he did.

He stopped smiling. You would expect to smile at least to encourage the poor boy. He put his cup of tea down and he looked at me with a straight back. So I waited, hardly breathing, after about a few minutes of just looking at me with great gravity.

He said, Keith, listen to me very carefully. I want you to look at Jenny's mother. I want you to carefully look at Jennifer's mother. I want you to look at the way she speaks to me, Keith. The way she speaks to her children.

Her standard. The way she runs her house. I want you to look at Jennifer's mother carefully, Keith. Everything about her, because, Keith, in 20 years' time, that's Jenny. Don't doubt this. Is that what you want, Keith?

Is that what you want, Keith? Don't answer me! Pray! And then answer me. And he sat back, watching. I did pray. And then I said, Sir, I think your wife is wonderful. And you look very, very happy being married to her.

That was the right thing to say, because he suddenly smiled. And I knew I was a little bit gaining ground here. Well, he gave consent for Jenny and I to basically what you people would say court. There were different interpretations in different continents amongst the conservatives, trust me.

But we were deeply protected in our relationship as few on earth. And I believe it was holy. And I thank God for that. We shame of nothing. Nothing. But he gave us permission. And I was so blessed and so thrilled.

Well, 20 years went by like one moment. Those of you that don't know that yet, you're in for a fright. Suddenly you wake up and life's gone. This moment called life. That's all you've got. Don't waste it.

But 20 years went by swiftly. Was he right? Oh, yes. To such a degree that there have been times I've had to walk away from Jenny out of the room, shut the door in another room and get on my knees. There's times that I am so stunned to what degree she is exactly like her mother in her conduct, in the way she speaks to me, to her children, in her standards, her values.

It is beyond comprehension to what degree she is like her mother. He was right. Don't doubt that now. I was preaching in a town where God seemed to just rend the heavens and visit that town and community so that multitudes of people were just seeking God.

They were just streaming. There was no room in the building, probably the largest building in the town. The people just kept on streaming, seeking God. The whole town was turned upside down. That was the prayers of the saints.

They got to fasting in earnest. And when that happens, God comes. Well, oh, Dumony's wife of the largest church in the whole community, which most people in all the farming areas around and all the town go to.

It's the church that most of our country attend because of the great Andrew Murray and the influence of his revival. That denomination dominates basically Christianity, a great percentage of it in our country and continent, well, southern Africa.

But the Dumony's wife, when I say Dumony, that's what we call them in South Africa, the pastor's wife of the Dutch Reformed churches. She requested that I and her get along. And she was broken. She said she needs privacy and she would prefer it not to be seen with the whole town being counseled by me.

So I said, Lady, I'm so sorry. I would never ever do that. I would never sit alone with you. In any circumstance, there's too many men greater than I will ever be who were destroyed when they did just once, thinking it was God they were serving and it was the end of them.

If you're willing to sit with people somewhere, I'm willing to speak to you, but not alone, sorry, in the circumstances you're speaking. So the Dumony of the church I was preaching, you know, that arranged the meetings originally.

He said to me, Listen, tell her to come to our home, to the pastorate, and my wife and I will sit the other side of this division between the lounge and the dining room. We'll know you're in there and we'll be there.

We won't close it, but we won't hear what you're saying. Is that safe enough for you? I said, Yes, if you're willing. I said to the Dumony's wife. She said, Yes. So she came the following day. We were sitting in the lounge.

The Dumony and his wife of another denomination said the pastor and his wife, the house I was staying, they were sitting in the dining room. So she said to me, as she sat down there, My daughter married a man who said he loved Jesus, who had all the right terminology, everything you want to hear, he had religious testimony, but he desperately wanted my daughter.

It was unnerving to what degree he would go to get my daughter. He so wanted her. Eventually, we consented. Eventually, he married her. Now, sir, now he's got her. He doesn't want her anymore. He wants to divorce my daughter.

Now he's got her. He doesn't want her anymore. He doesn't love her. He treats her so wrong, sir. Shamefully. He doesn't want her. He doesn't love her. He said, sir, I am the wife of preacher of most of this community.

They all look to us, look up not just to our messages, our lives. I cannot face a divorce in my home. I cannot face life, sir. I don't know if you could even begin to comprehend what this is going to do to me.

I know that I cannot survive this. I can't survive what's happening. The divorce is coming into my home. The darling of our home, my eldest daughter, and then as the tears were pouring down her face, she said, what am I going to do, brother Daniel?

What am I going to do? Help me to know what to do. I prayed, God help me to know what to say to this lady. And then I said, lady, could I ask you a question that might offend you badly? Yes, go ahead.

Is there a possibility? Is there just a possibility that your daughter is the one to blame? Is there a possibility your daughter has given him real reason to stop loving her? To not be able to bear living with her anymore?

Is there a possibility that it's not him to blame? That your daughter really has got problems and has made it that he can't face life with her anymore, let alone love her? You know, that woman's whole body reverberated in shock.

She didn't just gasp. Her whole body shook like someone had hit her. And she just burst out sobbing, bowed her head, and just sobbed uncontrollably so that the dooman he and his wife came running through, trying to console her.

She was just broken. Eventually they left. She composed herself. And then she said these words to me. Brother, God, God is in this meeting of you and I. I am so hardened that I was not willing to admit what is true to myself.

Because it's my daughter. It's my family. But what you say is true. It's her fault entirely. The way she speaks to him grieves me, fills me with fear. The way she treats him in front of others. It's no wonder.

But sir, worse than that, it's my fault. It's my fault utterly. You see, she speaks to her husband like I spoke to mine. She treats her husband like I treat him. She's doing what I sold her marriages.

And I can't challenge her, not once, because I am to blame. What right have I got to say? You're wrong. I only now realize what grace my husband had in not leaving me because I marvel that my daughter's husband hasn't left yet, just watching how she treats him.

I'm to blame. I want to ask you mothers who defy God totally, knowingly, knowing, consciously, carefully, calculatedly, knowing, but no matter what the cost or consequences, you will not change. I want to ask you mothers, answer God right now.

Do you honestly think there's going to be no repercussions, no consequences, though God, God warns with grief as He warns those who will defy Him? Do you think there's no consequences, Father, in the way you've treated your wife?

Do you think the failures of your lives will not come upon those children in some incredibly staggering, grievous way, no matter how religious you are? Have you answered God, sir, or tell me, does God not matter anymore?

Even in a meeting, answer God that. If you're not having dealings with God, why? Doesn't He matter? Even if you come to religious meetings, answer God that. When I was a young preacher, I was allowed to go to a reformatory, what you would call a correctional school, where many of these boys were murderers, young teenage boys.

Some of them were just old enough to put into prison. But they were giving them a chance to somehow get a trade or some form of an education outside of the influences of a prison, the total evil influences that you can hardly reform a person that you make them worse in the prisons.

So they give them more of a chance in allowing them to stay in these correctional schools. So many had murdered. I don't remember how many told me they had killed their fathers. These were boys that really had hit rock bottom in life before life had actually begun.

It was destroyed. Six of them. The first time I preached in this one section where the very bad boys were, came to Christ in one meeting on their faces sobbing under conviction. After ten minutes of preaching, God rocked them.

They were the worst boys in the whole reformatory. Even the warders, the teachers, the police feared these boys. They were so evil. And as a result of the way they changed, 200 boys came to Christ within a matter of a few weeks.

Not one has backslidden after 30-something years. Now that isn't me going around checking up. That's the statements of the principal and others of that whole faculty, that whole correctional school. The principal said that he never before and never since ever witnessed anything that boys changed like that.

He never saw anything in his life like that before or since. It was one unique occasion where God came. And God came. I don't know to this day what the reason ultimately is because I was young in the faith.

But God came. God came. I've seen many, many of those boys married with children, forgiven eventually and let out through their lives, their conduct, who walk with God to this day. Many have contacted me.

Many have sent messages by others. I am stunned how many let me know they still walk with God. And I bless God for that. One of the boys called me one day and he wanted to be alone. So I sat with him in this dark section of this horrible building that looks like a vault.

How you can keep humans there, I don't know. But that's how they kept them there, I suppose. Nonetheless, this boy says to me, weeping, Sir, my father told the police to tell me that he no longer loves me, that his love has died to me.

He hates me. He told the police to tell me and they told me, your father said we must tell you till the day he dies, don't ever, ever, ever attempt to contact him. He does not want to ever see you again till he dies.

He will never forgive me for the shame I've brought upon him, the hurts on that family. He told the police, I have died. I am as good as dead. He will never, ever, ever accept to recognize me again as his son.

Sir, I haven't lost one night's sleep. Though my father said that didn't make me lose one night's sleep, that's how wicked I was. But now that I'm safe, I can't sleep. I weep wanting his forgiveness. I agonize.

I groan at the thought that he can't forgive me. I want his love again. I suddenly want his respect. I want to be his son. I don't blame him for what he said. I've been wicked, but sir, I'm safe. I've changed every value in my life.

Every priority has changed in one moment. I want you to find my father, please. I want you to go and find my father and tell him what's happened to his son and beg him, ask him to forgive me. Ask him to forgive me.

Tell him I want his love, please. Won't he forgive me? I want you to go to him, sir. I don't want anybody in the world but you to go and to tell my father. It took a while. I couldn't go in days. It was a matter of a few months.

One day I found myself suddenly in a circumstance where I realized if I was disciplined with everything, I could get there. So I, with the help of others, we managed to find where this man worked. He was the owner of a company, a very wealthy man, a man of wealth that most of us will never know such wealth.

It was a large, prosperous, amazing company. And this man was the owner. And they took me up to different sections until I got to where his office was. And I sat in this reception. They explained, this lady, woman, the secretary, explained through the glass paneling I saw she was speaking to him about what I said that his son has asked me to please make contact.

I saw his face looking through the glass with such grief, with a big cigar, just walking in circles and looking at me before he said to her, tell him to wait. Well, they made him wait for two hours. But I waited.

As one person came after the other, this man with his cigar would scream in that office of blasphemy and profanity like you can't believe could come from one human's mouth in one day. He was ugly. He was evil.

He was dark. Darkness in his life. Or the way he spoke to those people, even woman, the filthiness of his language, the vileness. How did a man ever become that? I thought. How could a man ever become this?

It was his thick black greased hair and his big cigar and his anger and hatred of everybody that came near him. And no respect for anybody, not even a woman. He's so defiled. Eventually, as I saw people running out of that office with fear, they had to go near him, they just run out with fear, the ladies hurting, the way he speaks, but just running.

I realized this man made this world a very, very unhappy place for everybody that comes near him in life. And eventually when he saw I wasn't going to go and he was angry at that, he said, tell him to come in.

With a bit of filthy language attached, so that I could hear. The lady looked embarrassed and shamed and she said, you can come in. I walked in there and as I began to speak to him about his son, he just started screaming, swearing, cursing, shouting at me.

Lost control. I hate him! He's not my son! He shamed me! I will never forgive him! Go and tell him! I told the police to tell him! I will not forgive him. I don't want him. He's not my son! I said, sir, did your son have any choice of becoming what he is with a father like you?

Did you give him any choice with you as his father? He was so shocked. He sat down. He put his cigar down and he trembled. He quaked. No one had ever spoken to him like that in his life. Not once. I said, sir, I've watched you for about two hours and I thought to myself, what hope did that boy ever have but to be everything he is and where he is with a father like you.

If this is how he grew up with such a father. He has been saved. God has forgiven him and sir, you might not accept this now but you will no matter what you say to me now. He's saved and he's never going back to sin.

He's finished with it. He's turned and God has that boy and God has forgiven that boy and you need to forgive him because you were the cause of his life and you know it. You know that man bowed his head across the table and started sobbing so violently that the woman next door who probably hated him started crying.

She says, it is my fault. It's my fault. Altogether. He had no chance with a father like me. He had to be punished. The tragedy is I never knew it until now. What's wrong with me? I never knew it until now.

You tell my son I forgive him but tell him more. Tell him I want his forgiveness. Tell him I said it to me. Tell him my son as soon as I can get it. Down there I'm coming to be with him to ask for his forgiveness.

You could tell my boy that. Please. By the way, I'd like to end with this concerning that boy. He is a man of God. Now, not just a Christian. He is a man of God. He so went through with God. Quite a lot of years ago I was preaching in a town staying with the doormen.

He was a pastor. His family, there was a little boy about ten years old. Who's ten years old sitting there? Who's close to ten? Stand up. Please. Good. I'm training you to be a preacher. This is the first step.

Publicly to stand up. Yes, he was your age. Sit. Good. This little boy, the pastor's son walks up to me one night after the service and he holds an envelope out to me and says, Brother Daniel, this ten year old boy, God has laid it on my heart to give this to you.

So I looked at this little fellow and I took the envelope and I opened it. It was full of notes. A lot of money in there for a little boy to have to hold out. So I said, wait, this is a lot of money. I can't take this from him.

But God has it impressed upon my heart to give it to you. How can you say no? Out of the mouth of babe. So I said, does your mommy and daddy know how much money you wanted to give to this man? And before I could get any answer I looked up and there was his mother saying to me Thank you.

She said later to me, he never ever gave his tithing once. He just kept, and he says he's not giving it until God shows him who to give it to. He wants God's guidance. He must have heard some sermon and he took it really seriously.

At one point anyway as a child how he got that much I don't know because he was only 10. It was a lot of money for a boy. I was very grateful to God. But he says these words to me now after I took it.

Roy’s Call to Bible School

Brother Daniel when I grow up, I'm going to come to your Bible school. And I'm going to go out and preach to bring the world to Jesus like you are. He says it like that, that boldly. That's wonderful.

Wonderful. May God bless you for wanting it. Well, the years went by. I didn't see the boy years and years. And then one day there's Roy. He arrives at Bible school. And this whole lot of young students arrive.

The first term students. Here they are in the lecture room. They let me lecture by the way. I don't lecture. I preach. They know it. How does a preacher lecture? So I just preach and make appeals. Basically in the lecture room.

But they haven't fired me yet. Anyway, I walk in now. I know it's Roy's arrived at last at the place his heart is burning to go to, to this Bible school so he can go and get equipped to go out. Not everybody is Mennonite, you know, that you grow up and you know you don't need Bible school just go and preach.